5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
Luke laid silently, his fingertips running along Y/N’s spin as she slept. He knew this was wrong, but he was being selfish for the first time in his life, he wasn’t letting go, he didn’t want to let go. And still, Luke held onto Y/N, the sun starting to filter in through the curtains, and he didn’t want to let this moment go.
Y/N moved slowly, waking up as the sun warmed her naked back, her arm and leg thrown over Luke’s body. Opening her eyes slowly, she first saw Luke’s jaw as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Morning.” Y/N whispered.
“Morning.” Luke looked at Y/N as she smiled.
“How long have you been awake?” Y/N asked, moving her fingertips to trace Luke’s jaw.
“Not too long.” Luke moved in a little closer. “I figured you would have to leave soon anyway.”
“What’s the time?” Y/N sat up quickly, the sheet falling to her waist. “Shit, I have to go.”
Luke watched as Y/N moved around the hotel room quickly, putting her clothes back on, picking up what was hers. Luke didn’t move, he just sat there as Y/N moved in and out of the bathroom.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Y/N moved to sit in front of Luke, leaning in to kiss him.
“Nothing.” Luke moved his head to the side, causing Y/N’s lips to touch his cheek.
“Luke… are you alright?” Y/N sat back, looking confused.
“Just…” Luke looked into Y/N’s eyes and decided then he was going to be selfish. “Why don’t you stay?”
“You know why I cant.” Y/N moved her hands to cup Luke’s face.
“Do you even love him?” Luke asked. “I mean every chance you get, you’re with me.”
“Luke…” Y/N struggled to find words.
“Stay, Y/N. Stay and be with me.” Luke moved forward.
Y/N heard her phone ringing then, both of them knowing who it was, even as they both looked at the screen on the bed side table. Y/N’s boyfriends name lit the screen, and this was where Y/N had to decide.
Calum stared at his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen, not knowing what to say. Y/N had texted him, and usually he would reply within a second, but now he didn’t want that anymore. He wanted more from her. He wanted Y/N completely.
Not wanting to have this conversation through texts, opting to call Y/N, who picked up after the third ring.
“Hey Cal. Whatcha doing?” Y/N’s voice asked through the phone.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come meet me for coffee.” Calum looked down at the table in front of him.
“Well, why don’t you just come meet me at my place? We can have coffee here.” Y/N giggled suggestively.
“Why can’t you just come out with me? Have coffee, maybe get some lunch-“
“Cal, you know we can’t do that.” Y/N whispered through the phone.
“Why? Because I’m just some guy you’re hooking up with?” Calum asked.
“Because you already have a boyfriend and I’m just something you call when you’re lonely or he left you?” Calum raised his voice.
“No Y/N, I’m done with this.” Calum stood.
“I’m done with whatever this is. You have to choose. You can either stay with your boyfriend or you can meet me for coffee and be done with him.” Calum spoke.
“So that’s it?” Y/N asked. “You or him?”
“Yep that’s it.” Calum nodded. “I hope to see you soon.”
Calum hung up before Y/N could say anything. Instead he got ready, hopefully to meet Y/N for coffee.
Michael stood in front of Y/N, his arms wrapped tightly around her body as she laughed at something he had said. He loved hearing her laugh, he loved it more when Y/N was in his arms laughing.
“Michael I have to go.” Y/N tried to push him off of her.
“Come on. It’s only us here.” Michael’s lips moved across her neck.
“I can’t.” She giggled. “I can’t be late.”
“Who cares?” Michael slowly walked Y/N backwards, her back hitting the wall. “You’ll have so much more fun if you’re with me.”
“Come on,” Y/N whispered, Michael’s lips moving up her neck. “I have to meet him in half an hour.”
“Just stay.” Michael’s lips brushed against Y/N’s. “I can be so much better than that idiot. He doesn’t even know how to satisfy you.”
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Michael’s fingers slipped into the front of her panties. Michael’s lips brushed against Y/N’s jaw as his fingers circled her clit, Y/N moaning softly.
“He doesn’t even know how to take care of you.” Michael whispered into Y/N’s ear, his fingers moving quicker. “He doesn’t know that the best sex you’ve ever had was in my bed.”
“Michael, I cant.” Y/N gripped his wrist, pulling his hand out of her panties. “I’m gonna be late.”
“Really?” Michael took a confused step back. “You’re cheating on him with me and you still want to be with him?”
“Michael we’ve talked about this.” Y/N moved to start to walk out the door. “I’ll see you later.”
“If you walk out now, don’t come back.” Michael’s voice stopped Y/N.
“I’m done with you hiding me. It’s either, me or him.” Michael stood in front of her, noticing her hand on the door handle.
“Michael don’t do this.” Y/N turned to face Michael fully.
“Y/N I want you, i… I’m falling in love with you.” Michael finally admitted
Ashton opened the door to a panicked looking Y/N, his smile falling quickly as he saw the tears falling down Y/N face.
“What’s the matter?” Ashton closed the door, following Y/N into the room. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Y/N didn’t answer, instead pacing in front of the bed, a hand over her mouth as she continued to cry. She couldn’t think, her mind was numb, and the sick feeling in her stomach wasn’t just from what was happening. She didn’t know what to do in this moment.
“Hey, come on. Calm down.” Ash pulled Y/N back with him to the bed.
“Don’t touch me.” Y/N pushed away from Ashton. “Please don’t touch me.”
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Ashton stood. “You’re starting to scare me.”
Y/N looked at Ashton, standing still as she stared at him. Y/N started to move backwards, she knew then and there she was having a panic attack.
“Ash… help.” Y/N’s back hit the wall.
“Hey, come on. Calm down.” Ashton moved closely. “Breath, just breath.”
Y/N’s breathes came out rushed, air not getting into her lungs, her vision started to tunnel, the blood rushing in her ears. She needed to get out.
“Y/N… I’ve got you.” Ash whispered before his lips meet hers.
Ashton’s lips moved against Y/N’s, as she finally stopped overthinking, she stopped breathing long enough to calm down. Ashton moved back, leaning his forehead against Y/N’s as she started to breath normally again.
“Are you alright?” Ashton asked.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” Ashton whispered.
“I’m pregnant.” Y/N looked down.
“That’s… that’s good isn’t it?” Ashton felt his heart break. “I mean you and him are getting married.”
“No…” Y/N finally looked into Ashton’s eyes. “The babies not his. It’s yours.”
